The art of Hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

Don’t use your logic, your reason, why would you do that?
Its a waste really, logic.
To be put in your mind, trigger cocked, ready to be used at any moment.
But don’t let it look tempting.
Throw it out, let it not be seen again.
Empty your head of everything until all that is left, is that itself, emptiness.
Fill it with this.
You are better than everyone.
And do not forget.
Every one compared to you is simply dirt.

The art of Hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

Remember the Jews?
Ha!
Petty religious thoughts like that will get you nowhere!
And what about the Blacks down the street!?
They look like dirt, better be treated like it to.
And what about women?
Dumbest creatures on the planet, all they’re good for is cleaning and cooking.
Might as well be a mans slave.
Don't forget about that gay couple you past earlier, holding hands.
Smirk in glory, knowing they won't share heaven with you, but feel the lake of fires warmth.

The art of Hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

But remember don’t go at it alone!
Spread the word!
Tell everyone else they can feel as good as you do right now!
Tell them about how easy it is to prove how lowly everyone around them is!
Make signs, and dance in merriness knowing you, above all, are a greater being.
Once you have a group take these signs to these people!
Show them how pathetic they are!
Don’t stop until the Earth is clean!

The art of Hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

Don’t stop until you’ve seen every last one hang from their closets!
Until you’ve seen them fall from every last window and bridge top!
Don’t stop! Not now! Not tomorrow! Not ever!
Don’t stop until you have diminished everything that could harm you!
The art of Hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

I mean those Jews, their religion, is nothing compared to MY religion. Right?
a-and those Blacks, they could, uhm, they could shoot you!
Women? Th-They could start uprising and try saying they’re man’s equals! Crazy Huh!?
And the gays!?
Don't even get me started! Do-do you really want to have that to rub off on y-your children!?

The art of hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

Don’t look at me like that! I created you! And I can end you just as easily!
Did I say you were above all!?
P-phhh
Not above me!
I will crush you like the ant you are!
I am better than all, for you are all dirt!

The art of hate, I hate to say, is not hard to master.

A light breaks through.
Everything has stopped in motion.
Everything is still and silence is all to be heard.
You look back and see the reason, and logic you threw on the ground.
Its still cocked.
You pick it up and fire.
You don’t stop firing.
Never stop firing.
You realize the true power, is that of reason.
There is no reason in hate, so there is no power in it.

The art of hate, I am glad to say, Is not hard to break.